Bribed Brides

sleep unused
ill drown in nicotine baths
burning sticks of life
all top heavy and thinking too much

broken lightbulbs and faded smiles
are all we have left
years of waiting

glowing supermarket aisles
foggy with choice
meat cutter emotion
ghosts on the milk carton...

float away into the whispers of nothing you\'ll become
realize youre living from the wrong place

heretics
tempting fate
drowned paper bags
left on doorsteps
light switches flipped away

someone\'s nobody
a corpse in a shell
busting out of this skin

the noose will slip

a tornado wasteland
of bribed brides...

clean this up
a conclusion
forlorn in mass hysteria.

salivating dogs at the bell
remembering to forget.